A Night at Tears of Crimson Read Online Free
Author: Michelle Hughes
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“I was almost sure you would,” he smiled, “what can I get you?” He almost had to shout to be heard over the band that started playing.
The music was almost deafening but she discovered was actually enjoying it. She'd never even listened to death metal before. “Rum and coke,” she said with a grin. She really wasn't a drinker, but one drink certainly was deserved tonight, she thought.
He hurried away to make the drink and made it back quickly. He put a coaster with the Tears of Crimson logo and her drink down in front of her. One of the few things she noticed around the Quarter is that everyone was big on having their business logo on everything.
“How much do I owe you?” she pulled out her wallet to pay for the drink.
“On the house Cara,” he smiled, “look forward to working with you.” He winked at her thinking that she was definitely going to be a breath of fresh air and the patrons were going to eat her up.
Fighting back the blush that threatened to find her cheeks, it was easy to see that Michael enjoyed flirting, and he was rather good at it. She, on the other hand, really hadn't developed a knack for it. “Thank you so much,” she smiled at him having no idea what to say.
"Anytime darlin'," He was pulled away by another customer and he shrugged and looked rueful, until he met the customer with a smile.
Sipping on the drink, she turned to look around at the club. It was different than any other place she had ever visited. Obviously, that wasn't many, but still this place was really something different than the others. Smoke filled the air, the lights were dim and there were people everywhere. They just seemed to keep piling in.
People seemed like they didn't care what others saw them doing, that she noted pretty quickly. Many people were sitting in booths with their hands on each other. Some of the females had their blouses completely open, while their partner nuzzled them, and she tried not to stare. She was definitely going to have to grow accustomed to this, thinking to herself. Where she came from, people kept this kind of stuff behind closed doors. Finishing off her rum and coke, she left a few dollars on the bar for Michael. There would be plenty of time to deal with this when she was getting paid for it, she thought. As she stood up though, she noticed Rafe walking around and greeting his customers. For reasons she couldn't understand, she no longer wanted to leave, she wanted to watch him move.
Getting attached to the boss was not the way to keep a job, she warned herself mentally. He was so incredibly handsome though and she felt looking was allowed. So what if she was deluding herself, she argued, there was just something about him that made her want to keep watching. He had a warm smile for everyone he talked with, but there was something underneath his smile that seemed to be dark and that just didn't fit the image he was portraying. Maybe that was it, maybe he was a mystery and she had never been able to pass up figuring out one of those.
Her mind drifted back to her high school days and a smile found her face. She had a few friends in her little Christian school; of course these friends also went to her church. In those days she had been determined to prove that most of the supernatural things people claimed to find all had a logical explanation. Ghosts and aliens didn't fit into her scheme of reality, so she spent hours or research solving these little mysterious encounters the students claimed to have. Needless to say she wasn’t very popular, because younger people enjoy having their little unexplained phenomenon.
Most of her old friends would probably laugh if they knew that she was a waitress in a bar now. Back in those days, she was a straight A student and really should have attended college. Being raised as a conservative Christian, she could only imagine what they would think. Working in a bar after being raised as she was, just didn't seem to go hand in
“I was almost sure you would,” he smiled, “what can I get you?” He almost had to shout to be heard over the band that started playing.
The music was almost deafening but she discovered was actually enjoying it. She'd never even listened to death metal before. “Rum and coke,” she said with a grin. She really wasn't a drinker, but one drink certainly was deserved tonight, she thought.
He hurried away to make the drink and made it back quickly. He put a coaster with the Tears of Crimson logo and her drink down in front of her. One of the few things she noticed around the Quarter is that everyone was big on having their business logo on everything.
“How much do I owe you?” she pulled out her wallet to pay for the drink.
“On the house Cara,” he smiled, “look forward to working with you.” He winked at her thinking that she was definitely going to be a breath of fresh air and the patrons were going to eat her up.
Fighting back the blush that threatened to find her cheeks, it was easy to see that Michael enjoyed flirting, and he was rather good at it. She, on the other hand, really hadn't developed a knack for it. “Thank you so much,” she smiled at him having no idea what to say.
"Anytime darlin'," He was pulled away by another customer and he shrugged and looked rueful, until he met the customer with a smile.
Sipping on the drink, she turned to look around at the club. It was different than any other place she had ever visited. Obviously, that wasn't many, but still this place was really something different than the others. Smoke filled the air, the lights were dim and there were people everywhere. They just seemed to keep piling in.
People seemed like they didn't care what others saw them doing, that she noted pretty quickly. Many people were sitting in booths with their hands on each other. Some of the females had their blouses completely open, while their partner nuzzled them, and she tried not to stare. She was definitely going to have to grow accustomed to this, thinking to herself. Where she came from, people kept this kind of stuff behind closed doors. Finishing off her rum and coke, she left a few dollars on the bar for Michael. There would be plenty of time to deal with this when she was getting paid for it, she thought. As she stood up though, she noticed Rafe walking around and greeting his customers. For reasons she couldn't understand, she no longer wanted to leave, she wanted to watch him move.
Getting attached to the boss was not the way to keep a job, she warned herself mentally. He was so incredibly handsome though and she felt looking was allowed. So what if she was deluding herself, she argued, there was just something about him that made her want to keep watching. He had a warm smile for everyone he talked with, but there was something underneath his smile that seemed to be dark and that just didn't fit the image he was portraying. Maybe that was it, maybe he was a mystery and she had never been able to pass up figuring out one of those.
Her mind drifted back to her high school days and a smile found her face. She had a few friends in her little Christian school; of course these friends also went to her church. In those days she had been determined to prove that most of the supernatural things people claimed to find all had a logical explanation. Ghosts and aliens didn't fit into her scheme of reality, so she spent hours or research solving these little mysterious encounters the students claimed to have. Needless to say she wasn’t very popular, because younger people enjoy having their little unexplained phenomenon.
Most of her old friends would probably laugh if they knew that she was a waitress in a bar now. Back in those days, she was a straight A student and really should have attended college. Being raised as a conservative Christian, she could only imagine what they would think. Working in a bar after being raised as she was, just didn't seem to go hand in
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